Page 41 of Never Let Go (Forbidden #1)

Chapter Forty-One

LAUREN

A fter Caleb apologized, I decided to take things into my own hands. He wants to grovel. Then grovel he will. A wicked grin graces my lips as I think about what he’s in for when he gets home.

I’d had some time to think and to get my emotions back in check after our ‘fight.’ It wasn’t all Caleb’s fault—I’m damaged goods so I’m going to react in a defensive manner whenever I think someone’s attacking me.

It’s not right and it's not okay, it’s just how I’m wired.

He hit a nerve when he offered to pay for me, so my mouth did all the talking.

I’m still mad as hell at him, but after what I have in mind for tonight, let's hope he thinks twice in future. An evil super villain chuckle chimes in my head as I rub my hands together at the thought.

Unlocking his front door, I make my way inside, putting my bag on the kitchen counter, and heading over to his sound system where I plug my phone in, swaying my hips as Taste by Sabrina Carpenter starts playing .

I finished classes early, so I had plenty of time to think of ways to exact my revenge on Caleb, to show him that he doesn’t always get to call the shots in this relationship.

I had just enough time to shower and put on a sexy little number, one I’ve never had the courage to wear but felt appropriate for the situation.

It’s a two piece in my usual black, the bra in a cross like pattern across my breasts with a bow strategically placed on my nipples.

The pants cut high on my waist with a small patch of fabric covering the barest amount of my pussy.

They’re crotchless, so easy access. I finish the outfit off with my matte black spiked Louboutin heels.

I didn’t bother dressing after I’d put my little number on, I just grabbed a coat long enough to hide the important bits. What can I say? I love a cliché.

Caleb should be back any minute—the garage door opens. I smile to myself, Right on time.

Walking over to the single chair in the living room, I lean against it with my arms crossed, waiting.

“Lauren?” I hear him call.

“In the living room.”

I hear Caleb putting stuff away in the kitchen as he starts talking. “Look, I know I’ve already said it but I’m willing to—” He cuts off as he walks in, seeing me standing there. “Everything okay?” He swallows.

I push myself away from the chair. “This is the part where you grovel, Professor,” I purr as I start undoing my coat before shrugging it off my shoulders to land in a heap at my feet.

Caleb’s mouth gapes open at the sight, lust filling his gaze as he clenches his hands at his sides. “This is my punishment?” he chokes out, breathing heavily and a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “This doesn’t seem like much of a punishment from where I’m standing, sweetheart.”

Giving a small smirk of my own, I strut over to him, almost like a model on the runway.

As I get to him, I trail a finger down his chest before grabbing his cock through his slacks.

Caleb hisses as I reach up to lean in his ear.

“Just you wait, handsome.” Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, I gesture to the seat. “Sit.”

Eyeing me up like he’s enjoying every minute of this, he goes over to the chair and sprawls out. He cocks his eyebrow at me as if to say, “What now.”

Trying to hide the smile that wants to come out, I turn my back on him and walk to my phone, changing the song for something a little bit more…

interesting. I peer over my shoulder at Caleb, his gaze firmly on my ass, but his eyes snap to mine when the sultry, country voice of Dixon Dallas’ Something To Feel starts playing—don’t judge me, he’s a guilty pleasure.

The twinkle in his eyes, gives away that he’s enjoying this… for now.

Running a hand up my body and into my hair, I lift it up as I start swinging my hips to the song.

Slowly and deliberately, I drop to the floor coming into a crouched position with my knees wide so he gets an eye full of my crotchless panties.

Caleb’s hands grip the arms of the chair and his breathing starts to pick up, the desire evident in his eyes as he watches my every movement.

Continuing my floor show, I tease him with moves I’ve perfected over the years—slut drops with my ass out, crawling toward him, shaking my ass, palming my boobs—the knuckle biting and sweat beading on Caleb’s forehead shows me that it's working.

Bringing myself into a standing position, I point my finger in a ‘come here’ motion and I’ve never seen anyone move so fast, Caleb practically launches himself out of his seat to get to me. Just before he can touch me, I put up a hand to stop him.

He groans at me. “Please,” he begs and I give him a wide smile, pleased that my punishment is finally working.

“Stay,” I order, as I strut over to the chair Caleb just vacated, and run my fingertip across the arm of the couch before sitting down. I lean back, placing my arms on the side of the chair and spreading my legs wide, wide enough that he gets an eye full of my pussy.

Caleb groans again. “Baby girl, you’re killing me here.”

“Good,” I purr. “Maybe you’ll think twice before you try and tell me what to do.” I raise an eyebrow in question.

“Uh huh.” Caleb clenches his jaw and nods his head, a pained expression on his face.

“Get on your knees, Professor,” I demand.

Caleb smirks. “So that’s how we’re playing it, sweetheart?”

“Turnabout's fair play and all that.” I wave a hand in dismissal. “Let’s see how well you do when the control is taken out of your hands, handsome.”

He looks at me and for a second I think he’s going to refuse but his gaze locks with mine and he lowers, ever so slowly, to the ground. My heart is thumping in my chest at the sight, my core pulsing to match. I swear if I was to touch myself right now, one swipe would be all it took to come.

Seeing Caleb on his knees in front of me gives me a feeling of power I love. It makes me feel sexy, wanted, craved . That this man would do anything I asked just to make me happy.

“What now, baby girl? You’ve got me worshipping you on my knees.”

“You’ll be worshipping me in a minute, handsome. But first… crawl to me. Let me see what it looks like when you’re at my mercy instead.”

His breathing picks up, his desire plain on his face, as he crawls slowly towards me. He’s stilted and jerky in his movements but he’s making it work… kind of. Just as he gets to me…

“Stop,” I command. Caleb stops immediately and sits back on his legs in a submissive pose, a look of confusion passing across his face. “You’re going to sit and watch now, handsome. Don’t move.”

“Lauren.” He drags the word out like he’s in pain. I mean, he probably is, but it serves him right.

I grin as I trail a finger down in between my breasts, moving back up to cup one. I lean my head back against the chair and whimper. Needing more, I expose one of my breasts, my nipple erect from the cool air touching it, as I roll it around between my fingers, pinching every so often.

I bring my head up as I hear Caleb’s breathing pick up. His eyes never leave my wandering hands.

“Baby, please,” he grunts.

“Please what, handsome?” I taunt as I move my hand down to my panties and gently rub my clit.

“I need to touch you,” he grinds out.

Caleb watches with greedy eyes as I bring my other hand down to my pussy, pushing one finger inside. I gasp at the sensation, not only of me touching myself but of Caleb watching me. This isn’t something I’ve ever done before so I’m winging every moment.

I’m soaking wet, making it easier to circle my clit and pump a finger in and out, getting faster with my movements as I get closer and closer to my climax.

Just as I’m about to come I peer at Caleb through hooded eyes, his blue ones boring into mine as my orgasm hits me.

I cry out his name as I ride the waves, shuddering with aftershocks as my clit becomes sensitive to touch .

“Fuck, baby girl. I think that has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he breathes out.

I smile as I remove my fingers from my sopping cunt and hold them out to him. “Suck.”

Caleb damn near pounces on me to get at my fingers, licking and sucking my release from me. He groans around my fingers as I give him a wicked grin and say, “Good boy.” I stroke his face, watching the emotions swirling around in his eyes, and he leans into my hand.

He lets go of my fingers with a pop. “Does this mean I’m forgiven now,” he asks as he starts removing his shirt.

Fuck, his body’s hot.

“Yeah, handsome. You’re forgiven,” I laugh.

“Thank fuck for that,” he exclaims. “My turn.”